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Part 2: Pasta For The Demon

At the sound of the door closing, Shamsiya weakly sagged to the floor.

What three hundred thousand? The bastard had enough money to buy a country. What he wanted wasn't the measly sum. He was after something else, but what?

Her lips tingled, and the memory of their earlier kiss returned to her in a shuddering wave. Shamsiya buried her face between her knees. Her heart frantically pounded in her ears.

He kissed her.

Though aggressive and rough, the fucking demon of the scary stories actually kissed her. What was he thinking? Did he do it because he thought she slept with Nick Jackson, and hence, didn't deserve him lowering his head and asking for her permission? Was he scornful, angry or...did he...have feelings for her?

As suddenly as this thought appeared in her mind, her lips quirked up in a mocking sneer. He had already made it crystal clear. She was still his property. How could any decent male develop feelings for a female they deemed lower than a servant-especially when the fem
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